We’re now almost at the end of January – which I and many find to be a cruel, cold month, in more ways than one. The silly season is over, you’ve invariably eaten too much, spent excessively and have had to endure the company of people you’d rather not see for another 50 years – never mind going through the whole obligatory repeat pantomime, again in 11 months!
Which leads me to our New Year’s resolutions – those odious decisions we usually make under our own self-imposed pressure, during the Christmas excess – only for them to evaporate into the ether by the end of January. It’s as if we kid ourselves that if we make these then, we’re somehow atoning for “crimes” about to be committed.
So – how are you doing with yours? Mine are twofold. Finish the first draft of my book, before our next trip to Nice on 22 March. The second – to lose the blubb which has been dragging me down in body, spirit and soul, for 15 years. The last time I saw my toes, was in the spring of 2002, after I met Peter. Go figure – if you’ll pardon an awful pun.
Needless to say, given that it took me 15 years to accrue the flab, I’m certainly not going to shift it overnight – much as I’d like to wake up one morning and find my former sylph-like persona grinning self-satisfiedly back at me in the bedroom floor length mirror. Despair not. One day at a time, I still remain committed to developing a healthy lifestyle. I’ve gone back to yoga and am swimming regularly. My injured dog Lola’s poorly leg is now very much on the mend, so more walkies are in order. And to the delight of my longsuffering husband – I’m about to dust the cobwebs off the very expensive bike he bought me God-knows how many years ago – and which is sitting in still virginal condition, in the front garden.
For me – I’ve had a light bulb moment of late, and have realised that frustrated creativity leads to a very unhealthy, sedentary lifestyle – one in which I’ll crave sugar and carbs until the cows come home – and will bien sur act on that craving in a self-destructive way.
As for finishing my book by 22 March – actually I think this is really going to happen! My literary agent is working like a demon and putting it out there to publishers. I’m feeling super motivated and more convinced than ever that this is gonna rock!
Despondency beware! Here are my tips for not busting your own, precious New Year’s resolutions:
- Set realistic goals – if you don’t, you’ll give up the ghost and feel even worse than if you’d not resolved to change aspects of your life this year.
- Enlist the support of others. Make yourself accountable – but don’t be harsh on yourself. Remember – you’re human!
- Put self-care at the top of the New Year’s list – remember you’re worth it!
- Write down a maximum of 3 resolutions and review them regularly, with an open mind – but don’t use this as a cop out.
- Chart your previous successes in your journal. These will inspire you to keep going when you feel like quitting.
- Don’t compare yourself to others – comparisons are odious!
Remember – there’s no such thing as failure – just different ways of looking at things. There’s always another opportunity to try again. Progress – not perfection – is the watch word here.
Happy New Year!